I stepped into that warmth.
I stretched toward the sun.
Then, I stepped on steps and climbed to the
edge of the meadow.
I found the cat; she too was on the edge of
the meadow.
Together we admired the Dandelions.
I wish there were more, but the seeds drift
to the west and loose themselves in the forest below.
I see that the walnut tree has not yet
spoken.
No leaves ruffle its thinking brow.
Spring takes her time.
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